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I don't understand what Dallon meant when he said that I am oblivious. Oblivious to what? What am I missing? 

Jackie is awake when I get back. She has two daughters, Emily and Laura. I step inside, shaking the snow off of my shoes. She turns, a cup of coffee in her hand.

"Good morning." She smiles.

"Morning, do you know if he is awake?" I ask nervously. She shakes her head. I nod, thanking her and walking upstairs. I take a deep breath as I turn the doorknob.

Please don't be awake, please don't be awake, please don't be-

"Where were you?" Ryan asks worriedly. I close the door behind me, looking at him. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, why the fuck are you so caring?

"I couldn't-... uh, I woke up early and-"

"Don't lie," he begs. I look down.

"I couldn't sleep, so I took a walk," I say quietly, part of me hoping he doesn't hear me but at the same time I know I'll have to repeat myself if he didn't. 

"Bren," Ryan says again, stepping closer. No, fuck you, stop it.

I look at him. "I took a walk. I met up with Dallon, I wasn't alone." 

My words immediately calm him down. He trusts me, just not when it's about the topic of suicide or depression. That's when he has to know everything. 

"Okay. I'm sorry, I just... I woke up and you were gone, I-I didn't know what to think," Ryan apologizes. 

"It's fine, Ry," I say. He places his hands on my hips, kisses my cheek, then wraps his arms around my waist. 

He is gonna be the death of me.

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